"Meet Mikaela, Nettle, and Jacob Koray. Thoughts?" Harry gaped. The ease with which Elizabetha introduced the three baffled him a little. He didn't know much of the wizard culture surrounding such beings, but the muggle view of werewolves and vampires wasn't very positive. Beside him, Malfoy raised a hand.

"Yes, I have one. I'm assuming the one with bug wings is the half pixie, right?" The blond asked, for a moment surprising Harry. Was he seriously fine with the things that were happening? Or had Elizabetha rubbed off on him, and he was now the cool, composed king of raging insanity and charming oddness?

"True, trueeeeee!" The creature in question replied, the wings on it's back fluttering excitedly. It looked human in some ways, and completely not in others. It was too thin, too long, too silvery, too pale. Paler then Elizabetha, with blue tinted skin, and the shadows on it's body seemed almost purple. It's snow white hair stuck in feather like spikes that stood up in a line from it's forehead to the nape of it's impossibly long neck. As he stared it swiveled it's head at an odd angle and looked at him with inhuman flower shaped pupils set in bright electric blue eyes. The wings, glinting like a grasshoppers, shivered and dust fluttered to the grass.

"Then would you sing for us?" Harry blinked at Draco's question. That request made no sense.

"You want me to sing spells?" The girl asked, tilting her head slyly. "What shall I sing for you?" She asked next.

Elizabetha raised her hand, grinning happily. "Cold and Raw the North Wind Doth Blow?"

Harry, at this point, wasn't really sure what was happening. So when the half pixie shot up into the air in a shower of shimmery dust and started singing, he was confused. Even more when the temperature dropped, and flakes of snow started to fall.

"Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in the morning early. All the hills are covered with snow, and winter's now come fairly." The pixies was rough and rasping like Elizabetha's, but higher and squeakier, whereas Elizabetha's was a grated croon.

By now the snow was falling harder, a thick blanket of white in the air, and she repeated the lines once more before there was a flurry of flakes and the snow all blew away, melting once it passed the boundaries of the spell and touched warm air again. It started falling, like raindrops.

The half pixie was still hovering in the air, a giddy expression on her face that was almost like the first time he had flown past Hogwarts tallest tower. The first time he had passed human expectations, had flown despite the fact that it was impossible. She looked like she was finally back doing something she loved after having been parted from it for years.

"...So, how was that?" Elizabetha asked, breaking the silence, and the pixie shrieked with glee before falling out of the air and onto the blond girl's back, chanting 'cloud' over and over and baring her shark-like teeth.

"...Awesome." Malfoy admitted behind him. "I love magic."

Harry snorted. "Well worded, Malfoy." He said, and shrugged off the glare he got.

The sounds of approaching voices made him turn to see four people heading towards them. He recognized Luna, with her turnip earrings and yellow hair. And Zabini, with his dark skin and shaved head. Then he recognized another boy with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, and freckles as someone who often hung out with Elizabetha, and beside him another girl.

"Let me guess." The boy with the freckles called to them. "We missed something epic."

"Yep. Sorry about that Peter, I must have left a hole in the plot."

"Again? Last time you did that, we discovered that there was a killer snake slithering throught the pipes, and that Ginny Weasley, of all possible people, was the heir of Slytherin."

Wait. What?

"Might I bring to your attention that Harry Potter is in our presence as we discuss this." Draco snapped, and suddenly all gazes were on him. Not that he noticed much, he was too busy thinking the following What the *Bleep* Ginny? How the *Bleep*ing *Bleep* did you end up the Heir of Salazar *Bleep*ing Slytherin?!

"Actually," The last girl broke in, slowly, like something was just dawning on her. "Should we have maybe been keeping a better eye on her since we found that out? I haven't really seen her since we left the infirmary..."

*Bleep.*

xXx

"Huh. I am a terrible friend. Why didn't anybody tell me that?" Elizabetha asked. The group had agreed to split up and look for Ginny. She had taken Draco, of course, and also Jacob and Nettle, but left Mikaela with the other group, comprised of him, Blaise, Peter, Mina and Potter. Nettle was currently flitting about like a hummingbird, chattering away and cooing over mysterious lumps she found growing in the corners of the walls.

"You're not a terrible friend." Draco sighed. "You're only a stupid friend. We all are. Well, not me, I was unconscious. Plus, I honestly have no idea whether I'm friends with Ginny or not. But you know. I'm still perfect."

"You're not that humble, are you?"

Draco scoffed. "Meh. Humble would have you denying everything you ever did and passing it of as nothing. You could save the world and say it wasn't all you, that you had help every step of the way, and suddenly they'd believe you, and you'd be forgotten in a heartbeat. Best to take praise with dignity. And a little bit of smugness. But enough about me and my wisdom, how are you?"

"My friend is cavorting with a damned snake the size of Seattle."

"And?"

"I'm hungry."

"Well, personally, I'm wondering how you know what Seattle is."

"A book."

"Really?!"

"Yes, why so surprised?"

"It just... seems strangely normal for you."

Suddenly, Nettle trilled from up ahead, calling, and Elizabetha spotted Jacob sniffing as he walked. Of course. Jacob was a werewolf. She really needed to stop forgetting those things and start taking advantage of them. Elizabetha sped up and Draco followed her example. Her feet were still bare, actually, and made little sticking sounds on the rock. Her shoes were no longer in her hands, though. In fact, she'd forgotten where they were.

When she reached the other, Nettle pointed timidly to an open door. "There's where the girl went, I'm sure." Jacob told her. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that his feet, also bare, had risen up on his toes. His back was hunched, and he had brought his arms in tight. I love it when werewolves are wary. They get all... were-y? She pushed that thought away in favor of concentrating on the current events. Mainly, finding her best friend and asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. And maybe asking if she needed help, depending what the reasons were. Also, how to explain Draco and Jacob being in what was apparently a girls bathroom, if they were caught.

"This has got to be the oddest entrance to a legendary secret room ever." She muttered to Jacob as she followed him in.

"Quite possibly."

Harry has a bit of a dirty mouth, but not really, because technically, he doesn't swear. So there, I don't have to change the ratings. I just loved the idea of "Perfect Harry Potter" being like that when I wrote it.

I don't know what you people read, or what fandoms you're part of, but if any of you like Teen Titans, I just got into it, and can I recommend Dark Austral's stories? And Panruru wrote two really nice short ones for that fandom that are absolutely FANTASTIC and I'm still waiting for her to write more of one of them...

Ren's going to put up a new story here soon, so please read it, it'll be called "Beyond the Broken Bones." and as far as I can tell, it's very finely balanced between being fanfic and being original, but it'll be pretty good if he actually finishes it. He really prefers to write oneshots, so let's just hope.

Anyhow, thanks for reading this, because this is the first time I've had this popular of a story, and please review! Byeeeeeee!